mind I'm the one, so I'm shinin' like the sun Kept the cottonmouth, reppin' dirty south, stayed housin' broads A blunt was in my mouth, always schemin' tryna break some laws
out tha back of the hummer Wit' something that goes "brrap" Better vacate the premises 'Cause we wipe out you peoples leave no witnesses They call me the number one
choose from any number of magazines who do you wanna be? billy idol or kool moe dee? if you're afraid they might discover your redneck past there are
ya breathin', it's huntin' season Honey eye-ballin', down for no reason Grab her close, play post, wind and wax floors Never mind the laws, 'cause tonight
, Chris Ward & Slim Thug) [Intro: Slim Thug] Working my wood, through my city Breaking boys off, every night and day And I never got, one minute of
legs to the ceiling, catch a nut something serious You delirious or might I say you taste so delicious With your clear brown skin, almond joys and kisses And you ah, certified head doctor Number one
y'all forgot about Dre but I'm still here with no fear I say what I want and make sure its clear yo I play ball break jaws break all types of laws militant
record was number one on the pop charts For those that get on heart that got a spot in the ghetto Let no one forget about the hard part Now in ninety-one
Choose from any number of magazines Who do you want to be? Billy Idol or Kool Moe Dee? If you're afraid they might discover your redneck past There are
Deadly kid.. yo! "c'mon!" "one two!" "the numba one set and sound" -> bdp "meth-tical" -> method "pete rock, this one
. Your lies of freedom I spit upon, From birth you have calculated our control. Born as a number on your little machines. A number to check upon,
Red bone big bitch with a sandy tone We gone, South Beach in the Miami zone Damn she wrong, bad little candy cone One head nod from me she out the door One
nigga Don't stop, keep going Even when the wheels fall off we keep rolling This hip-hop thing just won't stop It's number one at the top of the charts
if you're not prepared to act, There's no point complaining after the fact, Content to be a number, branded X and neatly packed... You're already dead
rotated they own distance around the sun And fully submit to the existence of one And each one was promised everlasting perfection If each one keeps
gun to the people in the neighborhood john law is number one freeze, we said stop his name was john law for john law, neighborhood cop a man we know and love when john laws
's official, track for track I back slap you, with my other platinum plaques You whack rap hopefuls, have you noddin' like the dope do Any member of my crew'll roze you number one
the world has been waitin' for Love, Peace and Nappiness, LB fam baby, see eye to eye Brooklyn's alive New York C style, NYC, break it down This one